Pecan's pov
This week has been quite eventful, then today...well It started like any other day,awkward glances from my classmates, whispered gossip that I pretended not to hear, and Stella's icy glares. I was beginning to get used to the rhythm of the day, even if it made me want to curl up and disappear most of the time. Yet, somewhere deep down, I knew things were never going to stay quiet for long. Drama had a way of finding me, even when I wasn't looking for it.
The lunch bell rang, and I headed to my locker. Students bustled around me, their voices blending into a chaotic hum. My focus was on my locker combination, my fingers moving automatically until the door swung open. As I reached for my books, something fluttered to the ground.
A folded note.
